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Michael and I took a long fairly uneventful shower. True we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves but nothing mentionable erotic happened, just some kisses and groping. With both sporting a semi-hardon we returned to our room and got dressed. We went downstairs for our breakfast. As we past the reception the little minx gave us a knowing smile. We returned the favor with a wink, smile and a thanks.
After we loaded our plates we settled for a window table.
"Thank you again JC for giving me a memorable day."
"Oh shut up fool. It was mutual. I've never been with a man quit like you."
"Meaning?"
"Isn't it obvious? What the H does a man like you see in little me?"
"Don't ever put yourself down like that. You're a real catch."
"Thanks."
"Can I ask you for your email so we can keep in touch?"
"Sure no problem."
After breakfast was over we went upstairs to get our stuff. We exchanged our emails and phone numbers and we both went our ways. Unfortunately
I've never heard from Michael again. I've send him a couple of emails but he hasn't responded yet. But I'll never forget that day until I die.
The day had started off a little chilly but that changed rather fast. I even hadn't reached the outskirts of Zeebrugge or the temperature must have risen to a pleasing 23 degrees C. I'd planned just the right time to take this trip. Who could have guessed that September second turned out to be so nice. My GPS guided me along this long, dare I say even boring, canal. Not much to see but pastures with cattle, some other bikers and the occasional runner. It seems to me that time crawled along.
There was this point my GPS really got under my skin. It had send me off of this main road only to let me cross it again after 500 meters and joining it again after 700 meters. I'd really had to reconfigure my settings.
As I road into De Panne I noticed how quite it was. Oh there were people walking around, some constructional work and other things, but hardly any other tourists like me. My destination was this little bit rundown family owned hotel. I entered the lobby only to find no one there only a note with a phone number to call for information. I called it and the person who answered said she would come down to me.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes, my name is JC Shermen, I've a reservation for tonight."
"Yes I see. You're a little early check-in isn't before 3 PM."
"That's alright. If I can leave my luggage here I'll go explore a little."
"Not a problem at all sweetie. Put them down here behind the desk and I'll see you later?"
I kept my small backpack with me. In it I had packed a towel, a book, suntan lotion and my sauna-bag. I exited the hotel and turned right towards the beachfront. As I reached the boulevard I noticed this cute guy leaning leisurely against a lantern post. He was around my own age, dark curly hair and a beginning moustache. He was of Mediterranean origin, if I had to guess Turkish. But on second look al alarms went off in my head. He had this double danger aura around him. Double danger as in a straight gay basher who earned his money in an illegal way. Ah well, never mind. My mamma raised me never to judge a book by its cover.
Online I had found out that just a kilometer south a part of the beach was reserved for nude recreation and at the end was a meeting place for gay men. So south I went. As I approached the end of the boulevard not only the buildings stopped but also less and less people laid on the beach. I took off my shoes and continued along the shoreline. If you ever have walked along the shoreline you know the exhilarating feeling it gives. The warm sun in your face, the cool breeze on your skin and through your hair and the cooling water lapping at your feet. After ten minutes walking I past the sign indicating the nude beach. There were a couple of families with children, some older couples and some singles strewn about. As I continued to walk on even that became obsolete. I felt like Robinson Crusoe on his island, all alone. Because I didn't see anyone in the distance I decided to pick my spot there and then. I laid down my towel, took of my last pieces of clothing, lathered up with lotion and dropped to the sand.
After a half hour the sun had burned its love deep within my tissue, time to cool down. I strolled to the shoreline and dove into the cool embrace of the North Sea. Though cold it rejuvenated me, my body started to tingle from my toenails to the tips of my hair. I emerged from the waves feeling young and full of energy. I stood facing the sea and let the sun and wind dry off most of the water. I turned to walk back towards my towel and noticed a single figure high in the dunes. Maybe a voyeur or birdwatcher, who cares. As I walked closer I recognized him as the cute guy from the boulevard. My gut clenched a little in response. I sat down on my towel and popped a cigarette. As I sat there I looked left and right and saw still some other sunbathers in the distance, with a loud cry for help they could come to my assistance if need be. I relaxed some and lied down on my stomach. I must have dozed off because I was startled when a warm deep voice spoke to me.
"Can I bother you for a cigarette?"
As I opened my eyes I saw this lollypop shape dick swinging to and fro just centimeters in front of me. My eye traveled up this well build hairy body to reach the face of the cute Turkish guy. He had walked up to me and had squatted down without me noticing.
"Eh, yes no problem."
"Thanks."
I handed him a cigarette and lighter and lit one myself.
"Do you come here often?"
"No, it's my first time here. Actually I'm here for my holiday."
"In September? Isn't the season over?"
"I'm on my way through to the east side of Belgium."
"And to start the trip you've parked your car downtown and crashed here on the nude beach."
"He he, not actually the case. To tell the truth, I've stalled my bike at the hotel I'm staying and walked down here."
"Bike? Bike? You're riding your bicycle through Belgium?"
"Yes."
"Are you insane or what? Nobody does that."
"I do."
"Respect man. I couldn't do that. For how long have planned the trip?"
"I've calculated round about 800 kilometers in 14 days."
"Crazy. I hope for you all goes well."
"Thanks. And you, come here often?"
"No. I knew of this place but I've never been down here."
"What made you decide to come here then?"
"You did."
"What?"
"I noticed you on the boulevard and somehow you struck me. Maybe it was your attitude or your good looks that made me follow you here."
"Hmm, I take a compliment when I hear one. Flattering, thanks."
"Can I ask you a bold question?"
"Shoot."
"Are you gay?"
"Yes, why?"
"This place is known as a meeting point."
"I know. I read it online. Are you?"
"What? Gay? No, but I'm curious."
"Well when you find the right guy to ... experiment with do try it. I highly recommend it myself."
"Are you offering?"
"What? Here? Now?"
"If you like. Or in the dunes where we would have more privacy."
"... Okay ... Yes let's go in the dunes."
"Great. I've seen a good spot for us. Follow me."
Quickly I packed my stuff into my backpack and followed him into the dunes. I must have had a sunstroke or what. No sane person would have followed this guy into the dunes, but I was curious myself. Following him I had a nice view of his backside. He had some musculature in his shoulders, small waist, strong legs and an interesting cock swinging between his legs. During our conversation I had noticed some increase in length and thickness down there. After he had turned around a bush he had disappeared completely.
"Psst, down here."
As I looked down I noticed a hand sticking out from underneath the bush. I crawled through the small opening to find myself in a spacious clearing. It had a diameter of nearly three meters, surrounded by the bush and open to the sky.
"Nice."
"No one will find us here."
Little did he know. If this really was close to a gay meeting point the odds would be 100 to 1 that this bush had seen more action than a Jean-Claude van Damme movie.
"So. What's the next move?"
"I don't know."
"What do you like me to do and what is off limits?"
"I don't kiss men."
"Noted, no kissing. Anything else?"
"I ... I don't know."
"Relax, lie down and let me do some things. If you don't like it or I'm doing something you don't want me to do, say no or stop and I'll stop. I will respect that."
"Okay."
I did not have any idea what to do. How do you entice a man into gay sex? I started to stroke the hairs on his chest. It felt strange to me I've never had a man with so much hair on his body. I let my fingers intertwine with them. Softly rubbing and some pulling them were responded by with soft grunts and moans. My hands traveled up and down his body. Carefully I avoided any contact with his dick. I went close but didn't touch him. As my hands roamed up his chest again I noticed his nipples were getting harder. A gentle pinch to them offered me a shiver and a soft "Ooh." Okay he liked it a little rougher, good to know. I bend forward and as my head approached his he turned away.
"No kissing."
But his mouth wasn't my target. I licked his earlobe and bit it gently. I smelt his musky sent, spicy with just a small hint of flowers from his cologne I licked and nibbled my way down his neck. Once I reached his nipples I paid more attention to them. I sucked them, bit them, lick and blew on them. According to his reactions he was liking it. Slowly I worked my way to his bellybutton. I scooped some lint out of it but ignored the inconvenience. I felt a soft wet tap against my chin. Not yet. I ignored his cock but his droplets of precum glistened in his hairs so enticingly I couldn't ignore them. I tasted spices and bitterness in it. I worked my mouth around his now throbbing dick and still didn't touch it. As I reached his balls I scooped them up with my tongue and sucked them into my mouth one after the other. Gingerly I pressed on south. I was about to lick his rosebud.
"Please, no."
So ass-play was a no-go. I returned my attention to his scrotum. Up ahead his manhood was pulsating, begging for some attention too. I had ignored it long enough so I started licking the base of his long thin shaft. Working my way up to his circumcised massive head he twitched tapping my nose leaving a slimy trail from the tip of my nose to his tip. I wrapped my mouth around his mushroom but with a sudden hard thrust he inserted himself deeper then I was anticipating. With a small gasp of air I released my grip.
"Slow down there cowboy."
"I want to fuck you."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Okay."
We changed places, now I was on my back in the sand and he was on his knees between my legs. As I reached for my sauna-bag to get a condom he had spread my legs further apart. With a quick hard thrust he had inserted himself completely into me. The pain was excruciating. What did you expect? No fore-play, no lubricant and a massive big mushroom head deep down my shithole.
"Stop. No."
But he ignored my plea for mercy. Forcefully he started to pound my ass. With my knees pushed up to my chest I couldn't move away from under his assault. He kept thrusting in and out. His head scraped my prostate with every move. The pain subsided but I didn't enjoy it. Within minutes he tensed and unloaded himself deep within my bowels. With a load and painful pop he exited me. Stood up, grabbed his stuff he had hidden under the bushes and left.
What the hell? A bit sore I picked up my belongings and retraced my way back to the beach. His seed trickled down my leg. I looked down at his evidence and noticed a hint of blood accompanying it. He had really done a number on me. I looked up and down the beach but he was nowhere to be seen. Gingerly I placed my stuff on the ground and headed for the water. The salty water stung as I splashed it against my ass and washed away his cum. I considered to report him but decided not to. Obviously in hindsight I should have done so. Maybe I wasn't his first victim or even his last, or maybe because of me he would have been stopped to do worse? I'll never know.
Anyway I put on my shorts and left for my hotel. Nervously I kept on looking left and right a bit afraid he may ambush me but I reached my hotel safely. The pain had gone in the meantime but the burn lingered on just a little longer. After taking a long hot shower I dressed up nicely and went to a nearby restaurant. Naturally at a seaside you eat seafood. I enjoyed it contentedly. I went back to my hotel and dropped in a black dreamless sleep.
To be continued ?!?!